Fox-Janner was subjected to continual torture at the hands of many dominant nurses, and learned to expect certain levels of pain, administered by certain wrestling holds, which culminated in him willingly smelling and licking the aroused cunts and assholes of those nurses which he came to fear. His cock cage was removed before each session, and he was more t...
Prologue: My name is Alexi Mercer. The camera panned to show a devastated post-apocalyptic New York City. A team of soldiers in black gas masks made their way across the devastate landscape. All around them were creeping red and black tendrils and what looked like used condoms and way too many cum stains. I'm the reason for all this. The camera angle...
Copyright 2013 by madengineer3 There is no explicit sex in this story. If you want detailed sex, this story will not please you. ******************** My name is Isaac and I've been a "loner" most of my life. My interests, to a large extent, have never been those of the average "Joe" on the street. I can partially blame, if blame is the right word, my pare...
In Zamindars Part 1, I had described the situation that I witnessed on arriving at my friend Vivek's estate. His father, Subhash (The Thakur) was openly having a sexual relationship with Champa who was 20 years younger to him and the wife of his driver. Part 2 is more about what I saw between Subhash uncle & Champa. Champa was sitting in uncle's lap while h...
Having grown up in Mumbai in a wealthy family I was attending college in USA in the mid 1990s. As chance would have it, my roommate was from India as well - Vivek Thakur. Over several drinking sessions we discovered that we had a couple of very unique things in common. Both our fathers had initiated us into the ways of sex with lower class women. Both of us...
Larry Jones (56) and his wife of 35 years Shirley (54) had been looking forward to the month long cruise. After all the boarding facilities had been completed, they made their way to the bar at the stern of the ship, to watch the sail out of New York. A band played music, the sun shone, and flags waved, and on time the 90,000 tonne cruise ship with its 1300...
Don't you just hate fetishes? I know I do. Being a slave to what you like and practically creaming your pants in the presence of this fetish. To give some context to my suffering, my name is Kayle, I'm a Futanari, my balls are the size of oranges, and I LOVE being hit in them. But I hate having this fetish. Not for practical reasons, like worrying about per...
Making it Real A Cuckold's Diary, Chapter 35 May, 2012 PLEASE, folks: this is a story about cuckolding. Honest, I wouldn't lie to you! If you read it, you are going to hear about cuckolding. If this will upset you, may I suggest that you either a) don't read it, or b) don't get your nose out of joint when you get upset. I post this in the Loving Wives Sect...
Beneath the requiem lies eloquent verses; its tenants transgress while in mourning. Yet bequeathed of its passerby’s there are dormant cries that echo. I am there among them. We envision plains and grains of gold dancing westward into the receiving winds. We can hear thunder of past and present as they come together in a splendid display of courage and con...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons,...